have to convince the guards that the regular maintenance crew was gone for the evening because of the storm and they’d been sent out instead.
Jonas was standing by to intercept another phone call if any questions were asked. Fortunately, Kent’s father was Greek. It was a huge part of the reason they’d chosen him for the assignment. Not only did he look the part, he spoke the language fluently and had a reputation for talking his way out of any situation.
Matt sent up a silent prayer that he’d keep the guards talking until they were able to get there and give backup to the three “electricians.” As they approached the rocks, he signaled to Rick and Jock to break off and make their way to the helipad. Tom followed him to land, where they removed their swimming gear in silence, packing it into the bag they’d brought to secure everything and take with them when they left. A small detonator was put in the bag as a precaution. If they couldn’t retrieve it, they would blow it up on departure. Slinging weapons over their shoulders and around their waists, they caught up the bag for team one. Matt and Tom took off running through the shadows to try to catch up with the other team, who had a good twenty-minute start on them and had been driving a vehicle.
The villa was on the west side with the power station beyond that to the east. The boat had docked on the southern side, so as they swam to shore, they’d angled just to the southwest, cutting the distance they had to run as much as possible. The wind hit them in blasts, although Matt had to hand it to Hannah—she angled the wind to aid their speed, rather than hinder it. He was always amazed at Hannah’s abilities and precision when sending or calling the wind. And Kate—his heart turned over just thinking about his quiet, nonadventurous fiancée—she was a woman with a steel cord running down her spine, someone to stand beside him, not walk behind him. Each of the Drake sisters would give everything she had, everything she was, to get her youngest sister back.
Matt slipped his earpiece in, commenting as he and Tom maneuvered around guards. “From this angle I can see two men on the roof of the villa. They’re not all that alert, the wind is really slamming them, but there might be more. Two on the southern side, in the rocks, but moving position up toward higher ground as the waves increase in height and strength.” He gave the coordinates, knowing Jackson and Jonas would be mapping out each guard’s position as information came in.
“We’ve got rolling patrols,” Tom hissed and sank down into the shadows.
Matt dropped with him, lying prone, his gun in his fist as he watched the vehicle and guards go slowly by, flashing spotlights along the crevasses of the boulders and into the brush. He counted the seconds, each one ticking by a beat of his heart, each passing moment increasing the risk to the three men who had been driven to the mini power plant.
He was up and running the moment the vehicle had passed out of sight. Staying to the shadows, but increasing his speed over the uneven ground, avoiding the manicured drive he knew the roving patrols would most likely stick to in the storm. The waves broke over the rocks as the storm began slowly to increase in strength. If Gratsos had any psychic talent, the Drakes had to be careful, using a soft touch and making the storm as natural as possible so he wouldn’t feel a sudden surge. Matt didn’t know much about how it worked, but Kate said they could feel the brush of psychic energy when it was used.
The power plant loomed ahead, a small structure behind a chain-link fence. The gate was open, a vehicle sitting sideways by the open door. Tom and Matt slipped inside the fence and made their way to the door. Tom caught the handle and waited until Matt was in position before pulling the door open so Matt could slide in, gun steady in his hand while Tom covered him. He cleared the immediate area, moved
Jonas was standing by to intercept another phone call if any questions were asked. Fortunately, Kent’s father was Greek. It was a huge part of the reason they’d chosen him for the assignment. Not only did he look the part, he spoke the language fluently and had a reputation for talking his way out of any situation.
Matt sent up a silent prayer that he’d keep the guards talking until they were able to get there and give backup to the three “electricians.” As they approached the rocks, he signaled to Rick and Jock to break off and make their way to the helipad. Tom followed him to land, where they removed their swimming gear in silence, packing it into the bag they’d brought to secure everything and take with them when they left. A small detonator was put in the bag as a precaution. If they couldn’t retrieve it, they would blow it up on departure. Slinging weapons over their shoulders and around their waists, they caught up the bag for team one. Matt and Tom took off running through the shadows to try to catch up with the other team, who had a good twenty-minute start on them and had been driving a vehicle.
The villa was on the west side with the power station beyond that to the east. The boat had docked on the southern side, so as they swam to shore, they’d angled just to the southwest, cutting the distance they had to run as much as possible. The wind hit them in blasts, although Matt had to hand it to Hannah—she angled the wind to aid their speed, rather than hinder it. He was always amazed at Hannah’s abilities and precision when sending or calling the wind. And Kate—his heart turned over just thinking about his quiet, nonadventurous fiancée—she was a woman with a steel cord running down her spine, someone to stand beside him, not walk behind him. Each of the Drake sisters would give everything she had, everything she was, to get her youngest sister back.
Matt slipped his earpiece in, commenting as he and Tom maneuvered around guards. “From this angle I can see two men on the roof of the villa. They’re not all that alert, the wind is really slamming them, but there might be more. Two on the southern side, in the rocks, but moving position up toward higher ground as the waves increase in height and strength.” He gave the coordinates, knowing Jackson and Jonas would be mapping out each guard’s position as information came in.
“We’ve got rolling patrols,” Tom hissed and sank down into the shadows.
Matt dropped with him, lying prone, his gun in his fist as he watched the vehicle and guards go slowly by, flashing spotlights along the crevasses of the boulders and into the brush. He counted the seconds, each one ticking by a beat of his heart, each passing moment increasing the risk to the three men who had been driven to the mini power plant.
He was up and running the moment the vehicle had passed out of sight. Staying to the shadows, but increasing his speed over the uneven ground, avoiding the manicured drive he knew the roving patrols would most likely stick to in the storm. The waves broke over the rocks as the storm began slowly to increase in strength. If Gratsos had any psychic talent, the Drakes had to be careful, using a soft touch and making the storm as natural as possible so he wouldn’t feel a sudden surge. Matt didn’t know much about how it worked, but Kate said they could feel the brush of psychic energy when it was used.
The power plant loomed ahead, a small structure behind a chain-link fence. The gate was open, a vehicle sitting sideways by the open door. Tom and Matt slipped inside the fence and made their way to the door. Tom caught the handle and waited until Matt was in position before pulling the door open so Matt could slide in, gun steady in his hand while Tom covered him. He cleared the immediate area, moved
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